Funny, with a healthy dose of bitterness as needed. It's not (that) self-pitying, it lets you vent your rage in a slightly childish, yet silly way by belting the chorus out at the top of your lungs....and as a result, makes you smile. You can only cry so many tears after all!

Go to Glasgow at least once in your life and have a roll and square sliced sausage and a cup of tea. When you feel the tea coursing over your spice-singed tongue, you'll know what I mean when I say: 'It's good to be alive!'"